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Tuesday, 22 November 2016

The Du Lac Devil is now available for pre-order!

I am so
excited! The Du Lac Devil is now available for Pre-Order on Amazon Kindle.

Things are
not going well for the Du Lac boys, and Josephine is going to have to make some
very difficult decisions. Read on for a quick book extract…

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“The Du Lac
brothers are loyal to each other.”

Philippe
snorted at that statement. “No, they are not, that is a myth. Alden doesn’t
give a damn what happens here as long as his precious Cerniw is left untouched
and I promise you, I will be a better ally to him than Budic ever was. He will
welcome me. Alden likes me.”

“And what
about Merton?” Josephine challenged. “You do not want to make him your enemy.”

“Merton does
not scare me,” Philippe stated bravely. “And besides, that is where you come
in. I need your help, my love. You and Merton were once close, and I know you
can get him to see things from my point of view. Unless of course, you would
like me to avenge you, he deserves to die after the way he treated you.” She
could hear the anger in his voice. She had forgotten she had confided in
Philippe. It seemed so long ago when she had first cried in his arms. He had
held her and told her that Merton du Lac was a fool and that she was better off
without him.

“I don’t want
Merton to die. I don’t want any of them to die. I am not going to help you with
this insane scheme of yours. Anyway, Merton and Alden will not be here for much
longer. Your challenge to the throne is not imminent…is it?”

“This time
next week, I will be king,” Philippe spoke with absolute confidence. “Of that,
you can be certain. And you will be my queen.” Philippe smiled, his eyes
lighting with determination. “And together, we can bring about a new court, a
new age. My reign will be remembered as something to aspire too. It is going to
happen. Help me. And I will reward you. I will make every single one of your
dreams come true.”

Josephine
shook her head. “You are the one that is dreaming, Philippe. Please, whatever
you have planned, stop and think about the implications. Without the army’s
support, your plans will come to nothing. Can you not see that?”

“Oh
Josephine,” he closed the distance between them and took her hand in his. “I am
not dreaming. The events of the past few days have been planned for a very long
time. It is the beginning of the end for the du Lacs, and now I have taken care
of Anna-”

“What do you
mean by that?” She searched his face for answers. “Did you have a hand in the
Queen’s death?” Her face lost all signs of colour as she continued to look at
him. The death of the Queen had been so unexpected, and the baby had been doing
so well. “Did you kill them?” she couldn’t believe she was even asking him
that. The man before her wasn’t the man she knew.

“I know you
are scared, but there is nothing to be scared of,” Philippe said, evading her
question. “I promise you, my darling. I have everything under control. Just
help me with this one small problem.”

“You did,
didn’t you?” Josephine backed away from him. “How could you?” she cried. “Anna
was my friend and the baby…he was an innocent.”

“An heir to
the throne is hardly innocent.” He made himself smile, and he held his hand out
towards her.

She flinched
away from his touch. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she warned.

He grabbed
her arm tightly and pulled her towards him. “I didn’t kill them. It was just
something unfortunate that happened, but I am not going to deny that her death
has worked in my favour. You will be my queen,” he spat the words at her like
an order. “And you will do as you are told. I want Merton du Lac to be on my
side, because with his support the transfer of power will go all the more
smoothly. If you do this for me, then I will reward you. If you do not, then
your head will join Budic’s. Am I making myself clear?”